isnt it sad to realize
you can never honestly tell someone,
"i wont hurt you"

i am a butterfly
you wanted nothing more
than to watch me fly
but you loved my wings
so much
that you clipped them

seven hundred and twenty nine feet below
a ferris wheel turns
shimmering in its slow white circles

a vision blurred
by hotel room windows
and sad thoughts
at 12:00 am

us
as humans
are three parts
struggle
one part
curiousity

asking our god
Google
how to solve
our problems

using .org
as a relevant source
for reasonable destruction

"whats the most painless way
to **** myself?"

"how can i tell if my boyfriend is cheating on me?"

we are unsure
if blood or electricity
runs through our veins

and we are almost certain
that some form of cruelty
lives in all of our hearts

living with brains running on
wifi signals
and vocal cords
fueled by poison

we suffer
and we make others
suffer

a pair of
combat boots
by my bed

a glass of rootbeer
on my nightstand

your toothbrush
on my bathroom sink

your hands
in my hair

these are all the ways
that you love me

these are all the ways
that you remain

a hex
a curse
a spell

im trapped
tormented
teased

i cannot escape
but i love it

when your heart is heavy,
you cannot just empty it -
and even if you could,
who would want an empty heart?